'Omelettes at dusk...'

14 June 2009

'Omelettes at dusk...'

Barcelona. Production build.
My bodyclock is all over the place now given the wildly irregular hours I've been keeping. I find myself craving omelettes at dusk and beer at dawn. All very odd.
Got a call from Bono this afternoon. He and Edge arrive tomorrow and he's simultaneously excited, terrified and confident about the whole thing. I assured him that upon arrival at the stadium it would probably take them all at least 48 hours just to come to terms with this extraordinary new set-up. I've observed people arriving all week and there really is an adjustment curve as they take on board what this thing means. ('It's a rock gig Jim, but not as we know it.')
Frankly I can't wait for the band to get here. I'm not nearly ready, having forfeited two nights' programming time to the Spanish police, but I am dying to get everyone on the same page and pointed in the same direction. Besides, I just want them to see it for real, this magnificent thing which we've talked about for so long.

Within the bands entourage (certainly by comparison to the crews clockwork scheduling) travel departure times are often a little loose. This morning was especially so, due to three contradictory memos which had been emailed out last night and this morning.

There was a 6.30pm conference call arranged between Bono (Dublin), The Edge (Los Angeles), Steve Matthews (London) and myself (also London) to blow the cobwebs off our brains and discuss the reincarnation of the Vertigo Tour.

I was planning on resurrecting the tour diary today, being the day we were scheduled to fly to Auckland for the load-in tomorrow. However, its now old news that the remainder of the tour dates have been postponed, so Im not going anywhere further than the corner cafe. Its been a very weird week indeed - much akin to driving into a wall.